The Meeting Ch. 02
Keywords: 02, The, Meeting, Ch.,
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"To Angel_Love the best, her hard work makes sure that there will be more."
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When he awoke the next morning, the taste of his own cum and hers, was still fresh on his mouth. His shear black satin and lace gown was up around his chest, leaving his morning hard on fully exposed. Slowly he ran his hand down his smooth hairless chest, feeling the stickiness of her dried juices along with his own. He reached down and took hold of himself, gently stroking his stiff swollen cock. Reaching out with his other hand, he looked for Beth's pussy, hoping for an early morning love making session. When his reaching hand found no one beside him in bed, he opened his eyes to look. Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed, showered and fully dressed, watching him as he played with himself. Quickly he moved his hand, his face turning red with embarrassment.
As soon as he moved his hand off his thick swollen cock, Beth reached out and took it in her hand, wrapping her warm soft fingers around it.
"Good morning my dear, I see you are still horny. Good."
She gently pumped his stiff hot cock as she spoke.
"I have a few things I must do this morning, but don't worry, I'll be back. In the mean time, I would like to suggest that you not only clean yourself up but you clean the house as well, we made quite a bit of a mess last night."
Leaning down, she stopped pumping his thick hard cock long enough to playfully kiss his purple bulbous head.
"I've looked through your wardrobe as you slept and picked out an outfit I would love to see you in."
She stood up, releasing his hot fingers from his swollen member.
"I will be back as soon as I can." Leaning over him, she kissed him full on the lips, letting her tongue snake deep into his mouth. " You taste like cum. I like that." She leaned down one more time, licking his lips and face, before she turned and left the room.
He could hear her leaving, the front door shutting behind her. He sat up in bed, replaying the night before as he once again started to stroke his thick hard cock, looking to see what she had picked out for him to wear. At the foot of the bed was his leather and satin maid's uniform. It consisted of a tight black leather bustier with a flared micro mini skirt attached to it. There was a black leather thong, garnished by a touch of white lace ruffles fastened to the back, accompanied by an attached garter and white and black striped stockings. The whole outfit was topped off by a white satin apron and a white leather and satin visor, though he rarely wore it; it was one of his favorites. He had to stop playing with himself as he thought how it would be to make love to Beth dressed as her maid before he came; he wanted to save all he could for later.
Throwing the covers off his body, he rose, kicking off his boots and slipping his gown off over his head. Walking to the dresser, he placed his wig on its stand, and got in the shower. As the warm water poured over his body, he almost felt regret washing the dried cum from his body. He hoped that later he would be covered once again.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried off his completely hairless smooth body, throwing the towel aside before picking his favorite perfume and splashing it all over his now clean body.
The whole time he had been washing, his cock had stayed hard, thrusting out from his body, aching to be touched, to spill its hot thick load. As he once again looked at the outfit Beth had picked for him to wear, his cock became even harder. Resisting the temptation to play with himself, he began to dress. He tightened the bustier as well as he could; Beth would have to help him when she returned. He next pulled on the thong, positioning his stiff member in the tight leather, the best he could to hide it. He then pulled on his stockings.
Crossing the room, he sat down at the small vanity table he had purchased for himself after his divorce and began to apply his make-up. Drawing the black eyeliner across his lids, he made it thick and heavy. He did the same with all of his make-up, applying so much that once he was done he looked like a street hooker. Reaching to the dresser, he picked up his wig from its stand and placed it down upon his head. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was very pleased with what he saw; he looked every inch a slut.
He decided, as he rose, that he would put the apron and visor on later, after he had done some of the messier cleaning so not to dirty them. Stepping into his closet, he selected a pair of black high heel pumps, the heels were a little too high to be cleaning in but he could manage the pain and difficulty; he liked a little pain once and a while.
Dusting and polishing were fine, even scouring the sinks and the shower were okay, but when it came time to vacuum and mop, his feet started to really hurt him; but it was a good pain. The whole time he was cleaning, all he could think about was what he and Beth were going to be doing to each other later, keeping him hard and stiff.
He was so lost in thought and involved in cleaning that when he finally stopped to take a break he was surprised to see that it was well past lunchtime. Where was she? Was she really coming back? Pushing that thought as far from his mind as he could, he began to put the cleaning supplies away, deciding that he would go ahead and start dinner for them both.
As he started to work in the kitchen, he remembered that his outfit was not complete. Walking to the bedroom, he recovered his hat and apron, putting them on before returning to the kitchen to start dinner; he looked every inch like a bedroom maid.
As he got closer to having dinner ready, he began to worry that Beth was truthfully not coming back. That something he did or did not do or something he said might have driven her away. He began to worry more; he was now chain smoking as he sat at the kitchen table waiting for her.
When the doorbell rang, he was so excited that it did not enter his mind that it could be anyone else but Beth, as he jumped from his seat to answer the door. Pulling the door open, his heart skipped a beat. At first glance, the person standing on the other side looked like a man, but as he stared, he realized that it was Beth, dressed as a man. She was wearing a dark blue double-breasted man suit, tailored neatly to her body, a pair of brown men's loafer, a black hat and carrying a briefcase. The overall effect made her look like a Wall Street businessman.
"Good evening. Is your master home yet?"
"No sir, he is not home from work yet," Bobby replied, falling into character at once. "Would you like to come in and wait, sir?" he asked her as he stepped aside to allow him to enter.
"Yes thank you. I would."
As Beth entered, she removed her hat and handed it to him. She had her hair pulled and slicked back, making her look as masculine as she could ever hope to look.
"May I take your briefcase as well sir?" he asked her taking her hat from her.
"No, I will hold on to it."
"Very good sir, this way please."
He curtsied slightly as he led her into the house and to the sofa in the living room.
"Sir may I get you a drink?" he asked as Beth sat herself on the sofa.
"Yes, a scotch neat." She crossed her legs and stared at him as she spoke.
Without saying another word to her, he left the room to place her hat in the closet and get her drink. As he was walking back into the living room, on impulse, he grabbed the newspaper for her as she 'waited' for his master.
"Your drink sir."
He bent slightly at the waist as he handed her drink to her. As he leaned in toward her, he noticed for the first time that she was wearing men's cologne too; her overall appearance was really turning him on. He began to wonder what she might have in mind for them later.
"Sir would you like to look at the newspaper while you wait?"
Without a word, Beth took the drink and the paper from his hands, turning as she did as to dismiss him.
A bit confused by what she might have in mind, he curtsied slightly again to her, as he left the room to see to dinner. What did she want him to do next? Without any clue from her, he was not sure what to do, so he busied himself with finishing dinner.
Deciding how he was going to play the game, as dinner was just about ready, he walked back into the living room.
"Sir, I do not know when the master of the house will be returning, but in the mean time can I offer you dinner."
"Yes." Was all Beth said as she set aside the paper and stood.
"This way sir."
He led her into the dining room, pulling the chair out for her in front of the table setting he had put there earlier in the day. Beth sat down without even looking at him, pulling herself up to the table. He took the napkin from in front of her, opened it and laid it on her lap.
"Can I get sir another drink?"
"Yes you may." She handed him her empty glass that she had carried in from the other room.
As he turned to leave, she could not help but stare at his partially exposed ass, he looked so good in his maid's uniform, it was taking all of her self control not to attack, he looked so slutty. Once again alone with her thoughts, she could not believe how well he had fallen into her game, picking up at once that she wanted him to play the domestic. As he reentered the dining room, carrying a plate in one hand and a fresh drink in the other, she was once again surprised by how much he looked like a woman, with his tight costume, dark make-up and long wig.
"May I get you anything else sir?" he asked as he set the plate and glass in front of her.
"No, this will be fine for now," Beth answered as she picked up her fork and began to eat.
As Bobby left the room, her eyes followed him, thinking of how good it would be to take him again, to have his hands all over her body, and tonight she was going to be in charge, she knew he would be the good little servant.
He was shaking all over as he left the dinning room; the anticipation of what she might have planned was driving him mad.
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Keywords: 02, The, Meeting, Ch.,